Chapter 400 Do You Think This Is an Insult? (Four K)

Take Draco with you, Sherlock used Apparition and came to a hidden alley.

This is obviously a Muggle city. Looking through the alley to the street, you can see many Muggles walking on the street.

"What are we doing here?"

Draco asked stiffly.

He certainly didn't think that Sherlock brought him here to investigate something about the Death Eaters. It was completely known to everyone what kind of person Lucius was.

Although he has not officially appeared in the conflict between the Death Eaters and the Aurors so far, no one can't imagine the dirty things between him and Voldemort.

As Lucius' son, Draco has been deeply influenced by his family since he was a child. Even if Sherlock is stupid, he will not get involved with him in any actions related to the Death Eaters.

"Just follow me, relax a little, I'm not taking you out to the execution ground. You can treat this as an ordinary outing."

As Sherlock said, he took Draco to the street.

This is a small city in England. There are not many permanent residents, but the infrastructure in the city is also very sound.

Draco seemed to be walking in a city full of Muggles for the first time. He was full of instinctive disgust for everything around him, but also a little curious, especially when he saw the shining billboards in front of the windows of some shops on both sides of the street.

In the past, even when he went to Diagon Alley in London to buy school supplies, Lucius always took him there, either using Floo powder or using Apparition to go directly to the place. They had never walked around the streets of London properly.

Because Lucius disdained Muggle things, Draco was influenced by them and was very repulsive to them.

But he was only 16 years old this year, which was the age of just starting high school in a normal society, and he was curious about everything around him.

Sherlock didn't care about Draco's current mood, just led the way in front, observing the surrounding shops, and then quickly selected a target.

This was a men's clothing store, and the warm yellow lights were on in the store.

Before entering the door, Draco showed subconscious resistance.

"Who are you buying clothes for? A Muggle? Are we going to visit a Muggle next?"

"No, you're overthinking it. I want you to change your clothes." Sherlock said casually.

The expression on Draco's face became even more disgusted and disgusted.

"Me? I will never wear Muggle clothes! This is an insult to pure blood!"

Draco's robe has attracted the attention of many passers-by on the road, but he is still young and looks rebellious, so the people who pay attention to him think that this is another rebellious child showing his personality and doing wizard cosplay. Although it has attracted some attention, it has not caused much sensation.

Sherlock looked at him calmly.

"Don't forget what we agreed before coming here. I will not do anything to hurt you and will ensure your safety, but the premise is that you have to listen to my arrangements on some things. Or do you actually like being stared at like a monkey?"

Draco looked at Sherlock subconsciously after less than two seconds of staring at him.

According to his family education since childhood, Lucius has always instilled in him the idea of ​​Voldemort's strength and invincibility.

In addition, although Lucius is a fence-sitter, he actually has the most basic respect for Voldemort, both openly and privately, which also makes Draco have a kind of awe towards Voldemort since childhood.

And last semester, after Sherlock stabbed Voldemort in front of a group of Aurors and Death Eaters, his awe unconsciously transferred to Sherlock.

It's just that he didn't notice this kind of awe at ordinary times, and only when he was with Sherlock would he have such a feeling.

Draco gritted his teeth, and finally did not make any extra resistance, and followed Sherlock into the men's clothing store.

The owner was a middle-aged woman with outstanding grace. She warmly entertained Sherlock and others. After understanding that Draco needed to pick clothes, she immediately recommended a few pieces.

Sherlock didn't choose, and directly let the boss lady pick it, as long as it didn't make that kind of non-mainstream, and it was the type that normal people wear.

So soon Draco changed into a new set of clothes and walked out of the dressing room.

It must be said that the Malfoy family has good genes. Although Draco's face is still arrogant and fart, he can still attract a lot of attention from the opposite sex when walking on the street with this outfit.

Maybe his arrogant look will poke some people's G-spots, and it is not impossible to ask for their phone numbers on the spot.

Draco himself was a little awkward. This set of clothes certainly fits him well, but he is still very resistant to Muggle things in his mind and feels that wearing it will make him dirty.

Sherlock didn't care about his emotions at all. After seeing that he would at least not be regarded as non-mainstream when walking on the street, he first bought some fruits at a nearby fruit store, then stopped a taxi on the street and pushed Draco, who looked reluctant, in.

"Why do we have to take a Muggle car? Can't we just go there?"

Even if he was sitting in the car, Draco had no scruples with the driver in front. In his eyes, he didn't regard Muggles as people who could understand what they were saying.

His strange remarks naturally aroused strange looks from the taxi driver, but Sherlock ignored this problem child at all. Instead, after confirming the destination, he started chatting with the taxi driver.

No matter where they are, most taxi drivers are very talkative. Sherlock chatted with him all the way, talking about football, politics, education, whatever the topic was. In Draco's eyes, this man who once almost stabbed to death with a knife in the wizarding world The magic school professor of the most powerful dark wizard has no airs of a powerful wizard, but looks like an ordinary Muggle.

This situation made Draco feel a little weird.

Even if Sherlock doesn't have the pride of pure blood, in his eyes, powerful people should have their own pride. How could it be possible with a person who works as a low-level job as a "car driver" in the already low-level Muggle world? There will be common topics.

But they both seemed to be very happy chatting along the way.

Even after reaching the destination, when Sherlock paid for the taxi, the Muggle driver generously wiped out the change.

To Draco, this was just a humiliation, just a bit of Muggle currency, as if they would be reluctant to part with it.

But Sherlock actually expressed his gratitude with a happy face, and he looked a little angry.

Draco had said bad things about Sherlock behind his back many times before, but it was only today that he really had contact with him.

He didn't feel the slightest bit of arrogance from the Defense Professor. It was clear that even in the magical world, the Hogwarts professor was respected wherever he went.

But here in Muggles, he can get along with anyone casually.

Draco looked at Sherlock with a strange look, but Sherlock didn't pay any attention to his emotions. Instead, after getting out of the car, he led him straight to a large courtyard.

This was already the outskirts of the city, and there were few people around. Only the yard in front of them was the largest.

There are some old facilities such as slides and trampolines in the yard. The snow that just fell a few days ago is thickly covered on top of these facilities. The old buildings are covered with dry branches and look full of loneliness. .

The yard was surrounded by a wooden fence, and there was no door number on it.

Sherlock let Draco carry the fruit and walked to the door with him.

Draco thought that Sherlock might be visiting someone this time. It was most likely a powerful wizard living in seclusion in a Muggle city. He just wanted to have a role similar to a doorman with him.

The yard was very shabby, and there was no doorbell or anything like that. The only way to recruit people was to smash the rusty iron door.

Soon someone in the house noticed the movement, and an old woman wearing a blue headscarf came out of the house.

She frowned slightly when she saw Sherlock and Draco.

"What's the matter with you?"

Draco looked up at Sherlock with some confusion. Seeing what he meant, Sherlock didn't seem to have greeted the owner of this place in advance.

Just when the old woman came out, Sherlock silently opened his control area and directly used control magic to use a confusion spell on her.

"Uh-huh, Mrs. Chris, have you forgotten me? I called you a few days ago. Today I will do volunteer work with my nephew."

Mrs. Chris then showed a look of surprise. She walked to the door and helped Sherlock and the others open the iron door.

"Sorry, sir, I seem to remember such a thing, but I just forgot your name."

"It's okay Mrs., my name is Sherlock Forrest, and this is my nephew Draco Malfoy." Sherlock introduced enthusiastically, as if he and Mrs. Chris really knew each other. look.

Draco had a look of suspicion on his face, but he didn't think much about it. After all, Sherlock didn't use a wand when he used magic just now.

According to what Young Master Malfoy has learned, wandless and silent spellcasting is an extremely high-end spellcasting technique. Even if Sherlock's strength is already at the top level in the magic world, it is unlikely that he can use such a technique to use the Confusion Curse. This spell is already above average in difficulty.

What Draco was most concerned about now was Sherlock's introduction to their relationship just now.

"Nephew? I just..."

Just when he was about to deny this unnecessary relationship, Sherlock had already grabbed his arm, stopped him from continuing, and followed Mrs. Chris into the yard.

"As I told you on the phone, my nephew is really spoiled at home. In addition, he has reached the rebellious stage and has been poorly educated. Therefore, his parents specially asked me to take care of him this weekend. Come experience life with him.”

Mrs. Chris led the way while turning her head to glance at Draco who was following Sherlock.

That arrogant face really looked like those second-rate guys on the street, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Mr. Forrest, I don't know how I emphasized it to you on the phone, but I still want to tell you again here. Of course I welcome you to use volunteering as a means of education. However, I don’t want to see you do anything rude to your children.”

Draco's face was gloomy. Of course he could tell that Mrs. Chris was talking about him. A Muggle spoke to him in such a tone. With the pride of Malfoy's pure blood, he certainly couldn't stand it.

But before he could make any move, Sherlock grabbed his arm with a little force, and Draco looked at him.

Sherlock didn't say anything, and even had a smile on his face, just looking at him, but even with such a look, Draco couldn't stand it, avoiding Sherlock's eyes and lowering his head.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Chris, although this child is usually lawless, I can still control him. If something unhappy happens, I promise to take him away without you saying anything."

With Sherlock's guarantee, Mrs. Chris still looked quite relieved. After all, some people are easy to gain the trust of others when they first meet.

They walked into this old two-story house together, all the way to the innermost, and came to the door of a room that looked like a classroom.

"Now it's time for the children to do handicrafts together, so please help take care of it. There are a few older children helping inside. I have to go to prepare lunch first."

Sherlock nodded to Mrs. Chris and said.

"Don't worry, leave it to us. I have experience as a volunteer before."

After hearing his guarantee, Mrs. Chris left here.

Until this time, Draco finally had time to ask the questions he had always wanted to ask.

"What on earth is this place? What are we doing here?"

Sherlock did not rush to open the door, but looked at Draco with a smile.

"Haven't you noticed yet? This is a Muggle orphanage. Mrs. Chris just now is the only person in charge of this orphanage, and we are here to volunteer."

"Volunteer!" Draco subconsciously raised his voice, and his shock and anger had temporarily suppressed his awe of Sherlock.

"Yes, volunteer, or do you not even understand what this word means? It's very simple, it's free, voluntary employees who come to work for free."

"It's not that I don't understand! It's that you actually brought me out today just to volunteer for a group of Muggle brats! Professor Forrest, you can insult me ​​in any way, but not this way!"

Sherlock looked at Draco, who was obviously a little excited, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Oh? Do you think this behavior is an insult?"